The News-Herald. [volume] (Hillsboro, Highland Co., Ohio) 1886-1973, 1887-09-22

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Of hoeur1l terrsce6, end 14ally Wt4t
straight down TO the ntS1o etSp61n tho1
splashed and nssed and ohuCkIed Along
IAN Il III ! sudden 1 heard noisS M
thunder. L wss the middle Of The fofo-
noon, and the sun Wa shining bfightly.
The roar grew louder. In An instant d
flashed upon me 4 sc0s loMdoji6A /
didn't know what to do. / couldn't tell
whether to 20 forward or backward. !
was pretty scared for minute. But IN
that minute an idea came into my head.
Icrept down e fast a. I could to the edge
Of the little steep which led to the first
terrace. The clih was perpendicular-
inclining IN II anything; Il IVES about
twenty feet down and tho ledge below was
some six or seven feet wide With grass and
bushes on It. was hanging over there
In another moment, and down / pumped,
pretty well shaken up and bruised, but
all right. The approaching roar became
louder and louder. lay down close to
the rock. Pretty soon stones and dirt
and trees came whizxing and rumbling
OF the ledge, and shot past me down into
the ravine-a regular cataract Of stun. II
kept up for about half an hour, and
then the worst was over. But had to
snuggle close, you better believe, after
the main body had got by, for now and
,h;s., then a.. struggling rock " would & tumble a
too close for comfort. lay still till !
was sure the thing was done for. Then
got up and took survey. ] was in pretty
pickle. The terrace narrowed in both
directions, sort of alligator shape. II
was thirty feet down to the next terrace,
and that didn't appear to have any out
let, either. OF course, couldn't shin
back up that rock. didn't know what
to do. / let on . few yells, with .
faint hope that somebody might be
within hearing. l could just catch .
glimpse Of Hornetsville, away down
In the valley through the opening Of
the gulch, so far that It looked like .
cluster Of boulders beside the river. I
heard no answer to my calls, but the far
of echo from the other side Of the gulch
and the faint chatter Of the stream below.
l sat down and thought, every once in
while giving Q yell, till the echo began to
make me feel queer and lonesome-like.
Then l shut mp altogether and began to
smoke.
aOld Jo Seven-up told me afterward
how It was. He and Jim Budgelow were
playing . quiet little game Of old sledge
ct Tom Mulligan's Double Parlors. Jim
had the bind on him 10 privately ten.
dered me his thanks afterward, in liquid
form), when Jim suddenly dropped the
cards and listened. He had fortunately
forgotten his plug, and left It ct his board
ing.house after dinner.
Great Jobr exclaimed Jim, some
body's in trouble up there in Red Hen
Gulcki Get out the boys and we'll go
see what's up. Hear that yelli Mol Of
course you didn't. You couldn't hear the
steam-whistle down at the quarry-mill
unless you climbed up on the roof and
laid your ear to the pipe. Don't talk
60 get the boysp
ut was beginning to grow dark when ]
heard faint calls away of down the
mountains. I started up, put my hands
to my mouth and roared like q fog g-horn
The shouts came nearer and nearer, and
ct last they were right above me. Pretty
soon I could just make out Jim's head
peering over the ledge above. They'd
been forehanded enough to bring rope,
90 I was soon out Of that. But II It
hadn't been for Jim Budgelow's right
ear probably my bones would now be
decorating that terrace in Red Hen
Gulch.
Jim didn't stay long at Hornetsville